My Way or the HighwayChapter 2
It was a restless sleep, not wanting to disturb either boy, staying on my back with Doogan snuggled up and drooling on my chest. It made me wonder how it might have been, having kids of my own. I pictured the exact sleeping arrangements in a tent camping, but clothed, of course. To each his own, but sex with my own flesh and blood, well, not fathomable. I came close to marriage once, even having the date set and the invitations sent out. We lived together for a year. She started showing her...